In this dark and oppressive age, the church's ideological restrictions and the supernatural forces hidden in shadowy corners hung over every ordinary person's heart like a thick cloud. They were neither intangible nor invisible; everyone could feel them, and they were within reach every day—the strict curfew was one of their manifestations.
After nightfall, every street and alley had to be cleared. Aside from specially authorized individuals, no one was allowed to remain outside at will. This was not only a form of terrifying rule but also a form of protection: in the Dark Era, towns beneath the night sky were as dangerous as exposed wilderness. You never knew what might be prowling the streets. Those who dared to leave home at such a time often had no chance of returning intact. Sometimes they came back alive, only to have been replaced from within by something even more terrifying. In the fallen Middle Ages, there were countless stories of this sort, and many of them were not stories at all.
Thus, whether they feared the whips of the patrolling cavalry or the monsters lurking in the darkness, normal people in this era would never wander or linger in the streets after nightfall.
But there were always exceptions.
There were always some audacious fools, either seduced by heretical powers or coerced and enticed by Demon Hunters, who chose an extremely dangerous profession: becoming the eyes and fangs of the night. They could avoid the innate hostility between humans and Demon Hunters or otherworldly beings while knowing these tangled town streets and alleys like the backs of their hands. The best among them could even identify every person in town from their silhouette alone. Highly skilled and fearless, these people used their talents to walk the dangerous boundary between secular and supernatural